Whizz Bang!

There's been a lot of that going on this week. Mummy says that it's fireworks to remember when some bloke tried to blow up an important building; she then went on to tell me what happened to him... gruesome!

I met my Gt Aunty Carole last Sunday, she bopped me on the head 3 times... she's poorly you see, I think that she thought I was her little doggy. But she cuddled me and chatted to me as well so that put the smile back on my face, and hers...

On Tuesday Mummy got me weighed, I'm a whole 11lbs 4ozs! A right chubby checka. That's because I'm on 3 meals a day now... Porridge with banana for brekky with a milk chaser. Rice for lunch with squished avocado and a milk chaser and for dinner I have rice with mashed butternut squash or sweet potato with perhaps mashed mango for afters... and a milk chaser. I love my grub. Grandma Pat thinks that I might be having too much... she says that she should mind her own business because she's not my Mummy... Mummy agrees with her... It's amazing what a baby can pick up from conversations! It's all in good humour though, that's important to add.

I went to a party on Wednesday, a Halloween party with ghosts, skeletons, witches and devils. I was a pumpkin. Don't I look smashing in my little outfit; my friends Holly and Josh got it for me. I wasn't allowed any donut or jelly or cake or choccy - boo, but I did get lots of attention for being a cutie though.

We had a family dinner at the pub and Gt Aunty Janice, Gt Uncle Brian, Gt Uncle Robin and Gt Aunty Chris, Gt Aunty Vallee, Grandma Pat, were there... Mummy and Daddy too of course... it was real fun and I was sick on Grandma Pat, but she didn't mind...

I wore my new stripey outfit to the village bonfire party. All of the whizz bangs were fun; they were bright and loud and everyone went 'oooooooo' and 'aaaarrrrrrrr', a bit like when they're tickling me! We had curry for dinner, on Friday night and last night, Mummy and Daddy say 'yummy'.

Grandma Pat's got another couple of days here so I'm off to see her today. On Monday I've got my special care baby check-up at the hospital. I'm still special... I'll let you know how I get on. Mummy's going out with the girls on Tuesday and I'm seeing buddy Gene and girlfriend Harriet on Thursday... it's always go, go, go and I love it like that... Mummy's a bit tired and needs a cleaner but Daddy won't let her have one... He's allowed to go on a boy's fishing trip and spend lots of money on 'tackle' but Mummy's not allowed a cleaner... hmmm something's not right there (says Mummy)!